Chapter 27 - Love (sex)

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Love
Love, love, love, love, love (sex)

- Mac Miller ^

Very mature content in this chap (18+)

- Zayas pov

Falling in love was every little girls dream. From a young age I knew I would fall in love eventually. I just didn't know it would happen so soon.

Mateo Valdez lays in my arms while we watch my favorite show even though he hates it. That's love. Doing things for the other person that you hate.

Running my hands through his soft curls, i sigh in content. Sometimes all I need is my favorite person right next to me.

"Zay?" Mateos voice grumbles from his head on my chest.

"What?" I stare down at him while he lays on my stomach in between my legs on the couch.

"I'm glad you're next to me." He closes his eyes and snuggles into me.

Who would have known I would fall for my best friend.

Going into life with my best friend would be a goal achieved. We could get married, start a family, and reach our goals together. The thought of starting a family warms a part of me I didn't know existed.

"I'm glad I am too." I kiss his head and look back up at the flat screen tv.

Finding your person in life was a tough task. Some people went decades without finding theirs. Some went through many things and people to get to that point of blissful love.

I am forever grateful that I've had mine my whole life.

Fate decided to bless me with Mateo Valdez. My other half, my best friend, and my boyfriend.

"Mateo?" I look down at him.

He tilts his head to face me and rests his chin between my breasts.

"Hmm?" He raises an eyebrow.

"I love you." I stare into his hazel eyes.

His eyes gleam with adoration and he smiles so widely I think he'll split his cheeks.

"I love you too Zaya." He leans up and kisses me.

His lips find mine in a ecstatic hunger. He leans up more and holds himself up with his hands encasing my head.

I moan into the kiss and slide my hands under his shirt and over his naked chest.

Mateos abs flex under my fingers and I clench my thighs at the feeling.

His tongue asks for entrance at the seam of my lips. I grant him access and moan as he expertly kisses me.

The hunger in me grows and grows as he slowly slides his hand from my throat to my breast and palms it.

His thumb flicks and rubs my hard nipple as he continues to kiss me without stopping.

I arch my back when his fingers pinch my nipple. Moaning, I glide my hands lower and palm his bulge through his grey sweatpants. He groans into my mouth at the contact.

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